So, I decided to post my own poetic kinda work

for one, i felt bad after critiquing californiapeggy's without offering to bare my own soul. don't be too harsh on it, it is what i submitted to be listed under my yearbook back when i was a senior in high school (about 6 months ago or by now maybe 10). i liked it, and i was sick of the typical as usual. so anyway, thoughts and opinions treasured.

**Beginning**

time moves, wind blows, plants grow.
everything changing, everything shifting
ephemeral in its manner.
all changing in an inexorable fashion.
nothing holding, nothing sure, we will
never be the same evermore.
truly golden, truly new,
the fly buzzes,
trapped in a cage
captured by the winds of time.

For who are we? Are we really more than the fly? What mark shall we make on history,
what discernible effect? Who will mourn us? Who will remember us?

To leave is but the end. For our purposes there is naught but the end. We leave here
defined and then attempt our redefinition. It is a possibility, nay, a likelihood. To break what was only to
become what will be. Afraid to be something new, and so eager to try ourselves anew. To break the mold
which we have become so acquainted with. We are told that it is the new beginning, but in reality it comes
only to the finality, the end. As time progresses we will struggle with our change, with our separation.
But we will become accepting, acquiescing, and realize that change and time cannot be halted, that for most
people we will be gone, as if we never existed. Time will obliterate all memory; memory will fade as will we.

**end**

I am so glad to see you posting your own poetry...

And this is a very good effort, esp. for one so young...

The last reads rather like prose poetry...

I like it!

Keep on writing, for sure, OK?

I now consider your soul bared...

Thank you...:hug:

i do it to relieve stress, it is one of the only things (besides going to the river/ocean and listening and/or watching the water) that truly makes me feel better. it helps to elevate me in some sense.

what about you?

The words churn around inside me and they give me no peace until I let them out!

That's really it in a nutshell...

I am a compulsive communicator, and poetry allows me to do it poetically ...

That's why I write!

Why do you ask?

it changes how i view things. that's a good reason though! writing is magnificent in and of itself.

I can't really say just how...

But I know it has...

I love putting my ideas/emotions/etc out there, and letting folks see all that...

And then they take what they will from it for themselves!

It's a lot of fun!